Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.